I adore lighthouses, and I think they were so romantic back in the day. However, it was hard work, long hours and in a lot of cases isolation and no indoor plumbing which would totally be a sticking point for me. I'm not that hardy.
BUT I still adore them.
The lighthouse was a dot on a piece of land when we crossed in the ferry and of course I tried my hand at trying to zoom in and get a picture. It wasn't working out so my awesome DH hunted it down on land. Since I became the booted wonder I didn't do a lot of moving around so there aren't many different angles.
Of course I took 139398473973874 of just this one angle and I decided to spare you.
We then drove down the shore line. On my left are these stately manors and on the right - the ocean, of which there are no photos. But these glorious mansions, hotels and B&B's were never ending and totally breathtaking.
Most of these B&Bs and hotel/motels have been around a long time, restored and updated, and absolutely beautiful in all their Victorian glory. An expensive stay no doubt.
Are they not gorgeous?
In full disclosure I experienced bad boat juju. As I stepped off the RV onto the deck of the ferry, my precious baby and expensive camera and lens flew out of my hand and hit the concrete deck.
I had a
slight mini meltdown full blown freakout and thankfully only the filter on the lens broke which was determined after quite a few photos taken randomly to make sure all was well.
In fact, this post, was done after my debacle. The first photo was not the result of the catastrophe, but my bad manual settings.
I can't tell you how relieved I am.
Once we landed at my SIL & BIL's the proper tools were found, and the dented filter was removed from my 18-135 canon lens and all is well. I didn't look. I couldn't.
On a positive note,
my heart has returned to its irregular heartbeat.